It was only until now that she truly felt the terrifying power of the Void. That immense power enveloped her tightly, squeezing, pulling, twisting. She was already gravely injured, and even if she weren't, she wouldn't be able to withstand it for long. Perhaps soon, she would be crushed into a meat patty, then twisted into a pretzel, or maybe stretched into noodles... Why were all her thoughts about food? Could it be the influence of those two foodies, Qu Shanling and Ye Yanran?
Even at a time like this, she could think of such jokes, and Han Yan suddenly admired herself a little.
Beside her, Ye Lanfeng was even more severely injured than she was. It was no wonder, as the power of the Holy Master's earlier sword had hit him with at least seventy percent of its force, resulting in his heavier injuries.
The two locked eyes as their hands clasped together tightly again.
